by Carl » September 9th, 2013, 12:43 am
My dad asks me what I wanted cleaned while we were at this cleaning business. I told him. All of that near my bed that is covered in mouse poo. I'm sick, I was shaking and feeling like I'd fall down BEFORE we started cleaning. But I helped them anyway. I stood for hours, moving stuff, washing folders, getting everything I own out of the way EXCEPT this because I already felt wretched. Since he asked, I thought he was going to take care of it. I went to have a sit down and rest and comfort my panic-stricken dog and when they tell me to come back out, the stuff with the mouse crap on it is still there. When I commented on it, my mom yelled at me. I just said "oh it's still there." This is where my other stuff has to go. They told me to get my stuff back over here. I was complaining that I can't put it anywhere because of that stuff and my dad kept saying "it's ok, it's all done now." I said that it wasn't over because we'd still have to get that up before I could put my stuff back, and my mom yelled at me some more. I am too sick and exhausted to clean it up now, and they aren't going to do it... there are bugs that smell awful flying around in my face constantly and I have to eat over here... So I guess I'm gonna have to get up and take care of it anyway even though I need desperately to take a nap or at least just rest...